I walk in the door I stop and stare,
I see the bottle falling from her hand,
I see her gasping for air,
But I stare in despair.
She told me she would never do it again,
All the bad memories of drunken days,
Race through my mind,
I stop and stare.
It seems I can’t move,
All the drunken memories race through my head,
I race over grab her hand,
I tell her to hold on she’ll make it through,
I look at her wrist I see cuts on her arm,
She tells me it’s for old memories,
I yell and scream and ask her did she do it for me,
She looks at me and says I did it for drunken memories.
I let go of her hand,
I kiss her head,
Whispers for old drunken memories.
I hear her take her last breathe,
I wipe the tears from my face,
Goodbye drunken memories.
